Len was drifting off to sleep when his phone abruptly rang. Grudgingly, he grabbed it from the bedside table and answered tersely, "If you don't have anything better to say, just get the hell out."
"Young Master Len, is that how you greet an old friend after months of silence? Don't you miss me at all?" The voice on the other end sounded coy.
"Drop the act, Gary. Just spit it out," Len replied with annoyance, not in the mood for Gary's playful banter.
"Can't you play along for once? I was sent away as a volunteer by my father, and you didn't even bother to call. You're heartless," Gary retorted, abandoning his façade.
Len clicked his tongue impatiently. "Why did you call? I've had a busy day and don't have time for idle chit-chat."
"Your ex-wife is the talk of the town now. Many men are pursuing her, including me," Gary teased, but Len's interest remained cold.
"Is that why you called?" Len asked bluntly, his irritation evident.
